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After bandaging her wounds, Martha brought something to eat for Amara. The freshly made risotto and pesto pasta seemed as delicious as it sounded. Martha helped Amara sit on the bed and gently placed the plate on the bed. She told Amara that she had been unconscious for two days. “What? Two days?” Amara’s eyes widened. Martha placed a glass of milk and some medicines on the bedside table. Before placing some of the books that Amara usually used to read when she was living here, Martha also put some fresh flowers in her room. “Yes, you were unconscious when Master De Luca brought you here,” Martha confirmed with a nod of her head.“Oh…” Amara wondered how bad her condition must be to be unconscious for two days. Then she recalled the way Adrian was seething at her and called her names. Amara felt her chest tighten at the thought. The man he trusted more than anything caused her an immense amount of pain. She thought he’d be her soulmate, yet he seemed like a man who was self-centr
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Amara quickly turned around and stared at her back in shock. Not even a single inch of skin was showing. Her whole back was covered in bandages. And to her horror, the dress was backless. The front wasn’t decent either. The deep neckline that almost spilt most of her chest and the short length that exposed her legs. Her cheeks flamed at the realisation. Did Rhys see her like this last night? Shame infused within her. Grabbing the sink, she took deep breaths. Calm down, she shouldn’t panic like this. It was probably too dark for him to see her like this, right? He wouldn’t have caught anything inappropriate, right? She tried to assure herself knowing damn well that the design of the dress wasn’t as scandalous as the things he did to her. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task at hand. She found two new toothbrushes, a razor, and a toothpaste placed in the holder. Amara frowned. Why was a razor here? Someone must have kept it by mistake. She brushed her teeth and did her mo
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The door knob twisted and the sound had Amara turn around. She watched as Martha entered. A small smile resting on her lips. Amara smiled back. “Good morning. How are you?”“That should be my line.” Martha rolled her eyes and Amara giggled like a child as she helped Martha placing the tray of food on the bedside table. “Here, eat your breakfast. I’ll bring your medicines.” Martha said and Amara nodded like an obedient child. Martha smiled and walked to the door. Amara’s stomach growled at the sight of food as she dipped the spoon into the warm soup and was about to scoop up the rest when she heard it. The familiar click of the lock. Frowning she looked at the closed door for a moment. Did she lock it? Something panic swept through her as she confusedly moved the tray aside and moved towards the door, hoping it might be all her paranoia. Martha wouldn’t lock the door. But when she grabbed the knob and twisted it, her frown deepened.“Why is it locked?” She mumbled to herself. Frown
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"You’re so fucking wet, little one. Yet you pretend you don’t like it." Rhys grinned rubbing his fingers between her lower lips making Amara look wide-eyed at him. Her breathing was hazardous and so was her heart. No one had ever touched her this way, but with him, it felt so right yet wrong at the same time. Just like a moth drawn to the flame, like a dreamer chasing shadows in the moonlight."W-what are you—Ah!" Rhys grabbed her ankle and raised her leg to his shoulder as the lingerie rode up gathering around her hips and exposing her slim soft legs that just tempted him to do more than just look."He shouldn’t have touched you, little one." Rhys's hard voice sent shivers down her spine making her squirm like a thirsty kitten in his palms before he pinched her clit hard. “I’ll imprint myself on this body so that no man would ever be able to put his hands on you again." "You’re mine, Amara. No matter what this world says, you will always be mine. No power in this universe can stop
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Darkness always lured him. The lure of the unknown. Ever since childhood, he found comfort in nights rather than the golden flashy days. They gave him a convenience of some kind, unlike the days when he’d have to witness a constant endeavour of his own. The pressure of being the eldest son of the De Luca family. The all-rounder, prideful, arrogant, cold son of the family. It intrigued him why humans tend to be drawn more to the light than the darkness. When it was the lights that judged them. And in the embrace of the darkness, he felt contempt. Wandering from place to place, yet couldn’t find the sign of peace. Like chaos was meant to be with him.Or was the chaos he was trying to escape within him? His solitude never bothered him, he was satisfied with whatever he had. Why did he want her? why was it only she had the power to make him go insane? The woman under him was the one he dreamt of every day and night. The mere childhood crush was now a full-blown destination. All his thou
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Amara couldn’t feel her legs anymore. The tremble was worse than in her chest. With his body pressed against her, Amara wasn’t sure how to calm her heart. The aftermath brought both shame and guilt. What just happened? Did she just… came on his fingers and mouth? Amara felt embarrassment washing over her. In the haze of her orgasm, Amara couldn’t recall when he carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her. She was still feeling drowsy and dizzy, but she remembered the way his hands wiped between her legs, gently not overstimulating her sensitive parts, though there was a teasing flicker in the brush of his fingertips, Amara let him. She had no power to resist him, and neither did she dare to defy him. Gently he laid her on the bed. Amara felt his warmth stripping away, just as she thought he left, she felt something cold against her shoulders.Rhys gently stripped her off the lingerie, throwing it on the floor, and unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes raked over her naked body curled on the
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“Yes, I understand.” She mumbled softly.Rhys hummed letting his gaze wander on her face and let go of her thigh, and resumed feeding her. Amara ate obediently. She hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and Rhys had exhausted her – both physically and emotionally.Her heart would skip a beat recalling the way she shattered in his arms, the way he collected her and then enthralled her whole.It was both fascinating and dangerous. She was losing herself in him in an unexplainable way. Strangely, more than fear, she was feeling at ease the more he pushed her boundaries and forcefully let himself in.Amara was aware of the way her heart would betray her in his presence. How her body would tingle for his feathery touches, and her eyes would be captivated by him. In his presence, she was a goner.Stealing furtive glances at him her heart wrestled with a flurry of conflicting sensations. The air crackled with tension, mirroring the unease in Amara's chest. Rhys exuded an aura that both intrig
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The cosy kitchen bathed in a delicious, soft aroma. Amara fidgeted with her fingers recalling how rude was to Martha. Guilt swept over her and she hesitated to face her. Martha was the only one after Rhys who took care of her when she wasn’t able to walk. Helped her walk and never let her feel alone in this huge mansion, and what did Amara do in return? Hurt her with her sharp tongue, inconsiderate of the relation they had.Her chest felt heavy as she recalled the look of hurt on Martha’s face. Amara contemplated, shifting from foot to foot when Martha suddenly turned around with a whisk in one hand and the bowl in another. Her eyes widened and her hands stilled their motion.“Amara?” Surprise laced her voice. Amara stood there, her internal conflict reflected in the uncertain crease of her brow. The weight of guilt bore down on her, rendering her momentarily speechless. She desperately searched for the right words to express the remorse that churned within.With a hesitant swallow,
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